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I leaned out of my window for 25 years, our Karl-Marx-Platz in Berlin-Neukölln is something special since a long time.it was a pleasure to see what happened in our neighborhood.here I have seen time pass. over the years I have seen many shops open and close again. neighbors moved in and out. the place has endured everything. now we go

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my father Franz always told me, never go to a party you’re not invited. I did it once. I smuggled myself into a birthday party. everything was well prepared, entertainment for the kids, big pieces of pork for the elderly, beer and Elvis. suddenly everything changed on that day. it became the last GDR – birthday party ever. the GDR doesn’t exist anymore. I should have listened to Franz

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1995 the ban against industrial hemp was lifted. 1996 farmers all over started to cultivate industrial hemp. the hemp museum in Berlin showed the usage of hemp. somewhere in Eastern Germany was the hope to reactivate a regional economy. at the same time patients were fighting for the right to use hemp as medicine. the baker tried his best. Charly was the only one who simply enjoyed

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many years ago I discovered a hidden world. just next door. my neighbors come here from all over the world. they brought their religion with. the backyards of my neighborhood have become very spiritual and I am blessed by all religions

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it is really a while ago. it stank pitifully around factories, the noise of the work was in part unbearable. but there was something else, this fascinating world of work that could be found somewhere in these walls. the work of little working class heroes

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for years, the factory has set the rhythm of life here on the street. all the time I knew the street it was 6’clock, 14’clock and 22’clock. the street was packed then. going to work or coming out. for me the street became my lifeline, while I was working in the factory. the street gave me everything I needed; breakfast, lunch or a couple of beer’s at night

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the idea was simple. very simple and cristal clear. 1979 – we were young and full of energy. people couldn’t find places to stay. the houses were left empty by the houseowners. so we take the house, clean them and give them to the people. the houses belong to the people, was the idea. and we were not alone. we became part of an international movement

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41 years ago. no ecologic movement was existing. just a handfull of people resited. but the police came one hour past midnight and drove us out with their water cannons and tear gas. first they fenced the site and started to build that nuclear power plant. two weeks later, we were 30,000 trying to stop that nuclear power plant.

the politicians were drunken by the idea of making atomic electricity. they didn’t want to hear that atomic energy is not safe at all. the electric corporations promised high profits and that amtomic electricity will be cheap to produce. until now nobody has an answer what to do with the waste. and we still pay for that shit again and again

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today I want to tell you the story of Oscar. I knew Oscar for many years. he was always different than the others. in his early years he started to collect all his money and bought a camera. then he started traveling around to see the world. first he took the train. Oscar visited a lot places over the years. in all the coffeeshops he enjoyed to drink fresh brewed espresso. still Oscar liked to swim in wild water. later on he made one big mistake and started to hang out in bars and restaurants. at the end he met a chef. this was Oscars story

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for years they have been there. nobody paid any attention. all this little boxes were just there, for years. now I don’t understand, why nobody had the idea to open them over all this years. I found the whole family life over the last century here. finally one question remained, who is that guy in my grandmothers jewellery box

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„Alle Jahre wieder…..”

Every year again
Comes the Christ
Child Down to earth
Where we humans are.

every year Hilde and Nicole are preparing their christmass tree. later on Nicole plays the song on her flute. years ago Hilde had prepaired little presents for everyone,now Nicole takes over this responsbility

once upon the time there was a country…. doesn’t exist anymore

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my favorite. I’m a fan of Hillmann, the little food store in Kreuzberg. it was in the middle of the 80, when Hillmann opened his shop. the wall was still there and he imported good food from the black forest region. this was a big difference to all this supermarket food available here. since years Vivianne and Harry are working here. we are all depending on the little shop